Give Her The Keys (The Ball Street Journal 2008)

Текст песни E-40 feat T-Pain - Give Her The Keys (The Ball Street Journal 2008)

Give Her The Keys Lyrics[Intro: E-40 & T-Pain]
Yeah, hey
Yeah, hey
Yeah, ah ah ah
Hey
Yeah, mayne
It's magic
E-40
Glad to get my potna T-Pain back on one of these blaps with me
(Nappy boy!)
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Open up that garage
It's a big fat car
With a big fat bow on top (On top)
It's a Bentley coupe with the roof let back
Now, shawty, you know that's hot
And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh
And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh
Shawty, sing it to me, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh
Oh, ooh

[Verse 1: E-40]
From a bucket to a Benz, a Benz to a Bentley
Down with me from the start
Got my back like a tank top
When I used to be on the block
She hide my rocks in her yock
Got a special place in my heart
She know how to play her part
Every time I look at you, darlin', I get a hard on
You're sexy without your makeup on, I wanna bone
Move you out the hood, I told you I would, I’m not phony
We both from the same place, grew up on fried bologna
They say the opposites attract but we gotta a lot in common
Behind every boss player, a boss woman
I'm a fiend when it comes to your cooking, you do your thing
Throw down like Paula Deen, neckbones and collard greens
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Open up that garage
It's a big fat car
With a big fat bow on top (On top)
It's a Bentley coupe with the roof let back
Now, shawty, you know that's hot
And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh
And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh
Shawty, sing it to me, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh
Oh, ooh

[Verse 2: E-40]
Born in the mud, raised in the trap
Down ass broad, never been a sap
If I ever needed bail, went to jail got popped
You’ll be Johnny on the spot, you’ll come and get me out
A loyalist, not just a friend to me
We was meant to be, we got chemistry (UGH)
You like it when I lay this pipe
Been around each other so long
They say we starting to look alike
Starting to think alike, getting our money right
Fuss, fight, then make love all night
California king on a California queen
My California dream, we make a good team
[Chorus: T-Pain]
Open up that garage
It's a big fat car
With a big fat bow on top (On top)
It's a Bentley coupe with the roof let back
Now, shawty, you know that's hot
And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh
And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh
Shawty, sing it to me, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh
Oh, ooh

[Bridge: E-40]
It's the little things that count, any means much
Can't nothing come between us, can't nothing separate us
You’re my backbone, you my rib, you my chick
It's the little things that count, any means much
Can't nothing come between us, can't nothing separate us
You’re my backbone, you my rib, you my chick
Yeah, mayne
It's a drought on loyal females, mayne
The good ones is hard to find, mayne
So when you find a good one
Hold on to that broad, mayne, you hear me?

[Chorus: T-Pain]
Open up that garage
It's a big fat car
With a big fat bow on top (On top)
It's a Bentley coupe with the roof let back
Now, shawty, you know that's hot
And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh
And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh
Shawty, sing it to me, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
And I'ma give her the keys, oh oh oh
Oh, ooh